June 19, 2002
To this day, they don't know what made her run. She was standing next to them in the yard, listening to their friendly banter, when she just took off into the woods behind the house. They looked at each other nervously, tried to carry on chitchatting, then meandered over to the copse and called her.
They found her two hours later, her long brown hair a tangled mess, dirt smeared across her face, her legs and arms covered in long red welts, and her brown eyes bright and feral. And they knew she was someone they would never know again.